Vampire Love Story
Why watch this (drivel)?
When you can watch this?
Now, I haven't watched either but I think I'd rather watch the latter. No offense to the rabid fans of the series out there.
P.S. Thanks to sparks for the link.
yes i know, the url is misleading. this is a prime example of my inability to plan ahead. this is a hodge podge of my random thoughts, crazy ideas, projects and stories of marriage mishaps, adventures & misadventures.
Why watch this (drivel)?
When you can watch this?
Now, I haven't watched either but I think I'd rather watch the latter. No offense to the rabid fans of the series out there.
P.S. Thanks to sparks for the link.
If you ever want to be frightened out of your skin one of these days, go watch El Orfanato (directed by first time director Juan Antonio Bayona and produced by Guillermo del Toro).
I've always wanted those fridge letter magnets but I found them to be too pricey (seriously, $30?!?).
Me, being a cheapskate, decided to make my own. I found out that it wasn't too hard. I'm even thinking of giving them as gifts, if I ever get un-lazy enough.
What you need:
This a really delayed post but I wanted to put up pictures from my birthday BBQ.
D and I decided to drive up to Sky High Mt. Dandenong (one of our favourite picnic spots) to have a picnic BBQ. For once, the weather cooperated and it was a gorgeous spring day.
And yes, the lettuce is from my garden.
I think I'm getting slightly obsessive about my makeshift veggie garden. Can you blame me?
Since it's miserable outside today (it was hailing, for goodness sake. in spring!), we decided to ditch our usual cafe brunch. Well, I did anyway. D sort of went with my decision.
So, I went to experiment in the kitchen with the hope of recreating one of our favourite cafe breakfasts, the Eggs Benedict.
I thought making the hollandaise sauce would be the toughest bit as I didn't even have a clue of what made it up other than it was made out of eggs.
I found this recipe online and followed it (halving the ingredients as there was only the 2 of us). It came out fairly decent, especially for my first time. D even said it tasted better than the sauce we've had in some cafes.
ingredients
- 4 egg yolks
- 3 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice
- 1 pinch ground white pepper
- 1 tablespoon water
- 225g (8 oz) butter, melted
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
preparation method
- Fill the bottom of a double boiler part-way with water. Make sure that water does not touch the top pan. Bring water to a gentle simmer.
- In the top of the double boiler, whisk together egg yolks, lemon juice, white pepper and 1 tablespoon water.
- Add the melted butter to egg yolk mixture 1 or 2 tablespoons at a time while whisking yolks constantly.
- If hollandaise begins to get too thick, add a teaspoon or two of hot water. Continue whisking until all butter is incorporated. Whisk in salt, then remove from heat. Place a lid on pan to keep sauce warm until ready to serve.
I was supposed to upload these pics a couple of weeks back. My garden has flourished even more since then but I'll leave you with these images for now.
I'm so on-the-pulse, that I found out about this cool thing only months after the fact (well, 3 years+ really if you count when it first started).
There was a Melbourne Zombie Shuffle last June, wherein hundreds of zombie-wannabes shuffled through the streets of Melbourne. Why? No apparent reason, really. Just to honour the zombies, I guess.
It's the coolest thing I've heard about in a while.
Can you imagine yourself as a tourist, arriving in Melbourne the night before and then walking out of your hotel the next morning finding yourself swamped with zombies? How freaky cool would that be? Hehe.
Read more about it here or here.
I must remember to head into the city next time the shuffle's on.
In the meantime, I need to prepare myself by doing some research. This book looks like a good place to start.
I got hooked on this show. I had just finished watching the first season of Project Runway Australia (which was great to watch as well, especially since it was filmed in Melbourne) and I happened upon a link for this one.
Needless to say, I watched the first episode. Then the next. And the next. By that time, I was hooked.
It's not the most brilliant production nor do they have the smartest judges. However, they do have compelling designers -- who may lack avant garde-ness in design but make it up with their bitchin' for camera antics.
I watch it mostly because I miss the Philippines and it's good to see familiar landmarks and places. I want to go back to Metro! Metro!, where the designers usually buy their fabric. Yes, exclamation points are included in the mall's name. Only in the Philippines. I love it. I also want to see how Cubao has reinvented itself as an arts centre from just being known for Fiesta Carnival. I miss Manila.
It's funny though that non-Filipinos like it as well. I guess art is the universal language.
Although I don't agree with the judges on who was left in the top 3, I'm still eagerly waiting for the finale. I can't wait to see their collections and who wins. Next week can't come soon enough. Especially after 2 weeks of fluff episodes (reunion and "making-of").
For those who haven't watched a single episode, this link will help you get started.
You've been forewarned. It may be addictive.
So, I logged into Friendster after a long, long while.
It feels so dated. Maybe because it was the first ever networking site I got acquainted with. Or maybe because most of my "friends" on that site are from the olden days. I mean, seriously, ancient. Some go as far back as high school.
The bizarre thing is friendster allows you to take a peek into other people's lives. People you may have known in a previous life, but are now virtually strangers.
Take the case of M2. I had the most serious crush on him back in my early uni days. I thought myself half in love with him at the time. Of course, he didn't know I existed. We caught up once a couple of years after graduation. It was very random. I remember he lent me money (100 pesos I think) because my wallet was stolen on my way to meet him. I told you it was random.
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. My point is, M2 has become blah. How horrid. To think I spent a lot of hours pining after him. Now, I don't think I would give him the time of day. Well, maybe. I don't know. All I know is he hasn't aged gracefully.
Oh, and another bizarre thing, M2 and I have 1 common friend and I would never have picked it. The common friend was someone I knew from work. Don't know how M2 knows him.
Another guy I "checked out" was someone even further back in history. We "flirted" when we were in high school. I say flirted because we never actually hooked up. I mean, c'mon, we were 14 for chrissake.
Anyway, his profile says he's single but all the pictures he has on his page are with this girl (who was part of the group of girls I hung out with back then) that he hooked up with in high school. Which makes me wonder what their relationship is. At least on facebook, you've the option of choosing "it's complicated."
So, friendster is bizarre in that it makes me wonder about other people's relationships -- people I had forgotten about until I logged on.
Anyway, he's not what I would call blah but he seems cheesy. Cheesy in the I-think-you-think-I-look-good-and-I-know-I-look-good kind of way.
So, that got me thinking. I hope I haven't become blah. I had to look at my posted pictures to make sure I didn't look blah. I don't think I look blah but what do I know?
Ugh, I hope I'm not blah.
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Did you notice I didn't have a point in this post at all? Yeah, I did too.
D bought me a wii today for my birthday (which is 3 weeks from now but who's counting). It came with wii sports.
It's been so much fun! We spent the last 5 hours playing with it. Now my body's sore in places that have laid dormant for quite some time.
In addition, I bought myself a wii fit which I'm hoping gets me off my ass and doing some exercising at least.
In the last few hours, I've played tennis, boxed, bowled, played baseball, did some yoga, and found out my bmi among other things. Can't wait to play again tomorrow...
Work's been a bitch lately. Too much work, too much stress. I usually manage my work load pretty well, mainly because I'm efficient. And I become bored easily. So I try to work quickly before I get bored with a task, any task.
But lately, more and more work has been piled on my plate and I've already cried uncle a couple of times with no relief. I know everyone's under the pump at the moment but that doesn't mean I pick up their slack. Pay me more and maybe I'll consider it.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately and that's a clear indication of my stress level. Today, I had a meltdown (in the privacy of a cubicle in the loo) because it just got a bit too overwhelming. The thing is, there's no end in sight and that's starting to tax me.
I'm starting to dread going to work and I haven't felt that in a while now. I don't know what to do. One reason I'm stressing is I don't like doing shoddy work. But with the work load I have, there's only two ways to go: either the work suffers or I suffer. And no job is worth suffering for.
I need a holiday.
D and I met up with our friends K and T for brunch last Sunday. K suggested The Galleon Cafe in St Kilda, which was featured in a couple of breakfast blogs.
They were quite busy but there was only a few minutes wait for a table. Off to a good start.
The breakfast menu was quite extensive and it took us a while to decode, decipher and decide what to order.
Coffee was a bit slow but nothing excessive. It was a decent cup -- not the best but good. OJ wasn't freshly squeezed though.
So, almost a week ago, we celebrated our second anniversary. I was planning to give D a photo book of our 3 1/2 years together but I wasn't able to finish it on time (I'm still not done) so I had to rearrange my schedule last Tuesday to get him some Koko Black chocolates from the city. They're lovely lovely chocolates. Very yum.
I've never had a green thumb. I tend to kill most plants I try to grow. I think I got it from my mom. Between the two of us, we've probably become mass murderers to plants by now.
Which is why it gets me all excited when plants actually grow, and even thrive.